Chapter one:
The beginning
It all started when my older brother Estat was born. There are three of us in total. Estat, me Draco, and my little sister Olivia. My parents never really loved each other. They were forced into marriage because my mother was pregnant of Estat. He is a love child and for there he is not considered to be the Malfoy heir. My sister is the only girl and the youngest. Today she is 12 years old. She had a big party and got everything she wanted. I am now the Malfoy heir. I will soon become another death eater like my father. Even though I would like to have the chance to do anything else but that, today my father said the six words I have been waiting to hear all my life: " I am proud of you sun." he's proud that I am joining the circle and I am in no position to tell him I want to go against his wishes. When my father left the room, I did something that I haven't done since I was five…..I cried. My mother (who according to the Malfoy code of conduct is breaking a lot of rules by doing this) came in and hugged me. I sat my head against her shoulder as she aloud me to cry on her. That day I truly felt loved. My mother has always loved me but was never aloud to show affection to me like that.
Olivia doesn't know what she's got. Aside the fact she is a spoiled unappreciated little brat…. she has always been shown love by both of my parents. Only because she is a girl and the youngest. My oldest brother I do pity for all he has been shown is a cold shoulder and the back door. He is considered such a disgrace that he wasn't even aloud to go through the front door. I don't blame him for going mad like he did. He lives in the vampire world. At least he was given 25 of the inheritance he was supposed to get. As much as my parents love Olivia, I got his 75 and my 100 inheritance because I am the heir now. I will soon be the Malfoy head and will stat a new reign of Malfoy to come. I am a metamorphosis. There are only two more of my kind left in the world. One being my great grandfather and the other being my aunt Xeanon. Metamorphoses are the ultimate power source. I can take over the world in a snap if I wanted too. My grandfather is now too old and I don't know why my power hungry control freak aunt hasn't already. There was a time when a lot of us roamed the world. The ministry of magic considered this a threat and sent out killing every single one who was a metamorphosis. My grandfather who is 956 years old, survived. Then came along my aunt and me who inherited such power. I finished my training that summer. I can kill every single person in the world if I wanted to. Sometimes I am so magically and physically powerful I don't know my own strength.
The dark lord is trilled that he has me on his side. With me on the dark side let's just say that the war is already won. There is no way on earth the light side can win since we have a metamorphosis (me) on our side. The ministry must not know of this or else I will be killed. I am our only hope being that Xeanon decided not to fight alongside us. She is furious with Voldemort because they used to be secret lovers and he loved his power more then he loved her. So she decided to not join either side and live in a cave for the rest of her life...yes i said cave.